"Han Sheng, you said that we all did some evil, you became a dog, and I also became this ghost! Hey, what a creation makes people!" The man touched the old yellow dog's head, sighed and said, the old yellow dog no longer licked him, it whimpered twice, and always agreed with his statement. 『』

"You, do you know my Grandpa Liu?" Sanqing saw that the person actually recognized the old yellow dog as the old Liu Tou Chen Hansheng, he was stunned for a while, and he had no clue, he secretly searched the memory of the dust Taoist, but helplessly the face of the person was no longer a face, so he found nothing.

"I don't have time to talk about this now, let's get down to business first, I'm talking to you about it!" the man stood up and said sternly.

Sanqing squinted, looking at the man vigilantly and noncommittal.

"If you don't destroy that thing again, I'm afraid that kid above won't be able to hold it!" the man said coldly, and then simply crossed his hands in front of his chest, letting the three clears make their own choice.

"Okay, but you'd better not play any tricks!" Sanqing hesitated, but still gave in, he had no other choice, because there was no way forward, and there was no way back, and he thought of Soul Haoxuan, who was still fighting alone in the old street above.

The old yellow dog walked back to Sanqing's side and rubbed his head against his leg, as if to tell him not to worry.

"Then, what do you call it!" Sanqing glanced down at the old yellow dog, but his heart was also a lot calmer, and then he looked up at the man and asked.

"Just call me Lao Chu!" the man replied in a deep voice, then walked over to Sanqing, stretched out his hand and gently pushed Sanqing aside, and then kicked open the iron door in front of him. I only heard a "bang", and dark red powder flew all over the sky. The man who called himself Lao Chu walked in directly.

Sanqing raised his hand and fanned the wind, and waited for a while until the powder stopped flying before he followed in. In front of him, another narrow passage appeared, about ten meters, and after that, an iron door appeared, which should be the same cell as before.

"Lao Chu, what is this place for?" As he was walking, Sanqing suddenly asked.

When the devils entered Nanjing City, they arrested a lot of people and locked them up here, some of them were used to make real things, and some of them were ...... Hey, it's inhumane, I don't know how many people died!" Lao Chu replied softly, but he didn't stop.

"That's why there is a lot of resentment here, raising so many souls?" Sanqing said to himself.

"Soul Demon?" Hearing this word, Lao Chu was stunned for a moment, because he had never heard of this thing.

"Oh, it's the black thing above, we just named him!" Sanqing replied with a smile when he saw Lao Chu asking.

"The young man is really a whimsy!" Old Chu said coldly, and then he didn't ask any more, he continued to walk forward, and soon came to the end of this prison area, where there was also an iron door, he still kicked it open, and then walked in.

"Hurry up, it's time to get there!" Before Sanqing approached the iron gate, he heard Lao Chu urging anxiously inside, so he immediately quickened his pace.

Behind this door, there was no narrow passage, and there were not cells in patches, but a wide room. There was a bookcase in the room, filled with dusty books, and next to the bookcase lay a large table with an old rotary telephone, the wire of which was almost corroded. There was a chair next to the phone, and on the chair sat a skeleton, one of which held a gun in one hand and a thick yellow notebook in the other.

"This is the devil's office, and this guy is the warden of this prison. When the devils retreated, he refused to leave, and he really regarded this place where human lives were going to be his home! The roster in his hand was this dungeon, which recorded the names of all the Nanjing people who had been imprisoned in this dungeon for five years, and none of these people were spared!" Lao Chu looked at the bones and said viciously.

"In this case, this resentment should be emanating from this roster! as long as this roster is destroyed, those souls should not be able to regenerate!" Sanqing said, changing the lantern in his right hand to his left, and then took out a piece of talisman paper from his right trouser pocket.

He chanted the incantation, and the yellow paper in his hand burst into flames, and he threw the paper out, landing on the table, only inches away from the bones.

Under the firelight, he saw that the skeleton was bubbling with black gas, and the same was true of the roster in his hand, which was resentment.

"It seems that it's not just the roster, this little devil is also full of resentment!" Sanqing saw this scene, only to realize that the resentment emanating from the bones and the roster in his hand was actually equal. In other words, the bones and the roster became the source of this resentment.

"Of course he has a monstrous grudge, he has killed so many innocent people, and he doesn't think he has killed enough, he is even worse than a brute!" After listening to Sanqing's words, Lao Chu immediately became extremely angry.

The old yellow dog barked suddenly when he finished saying this.

"Haha, I didn't mean you, Han Sheng, don't be angry, don't be angry, the beast is much better than him, much better!" Lao Chu saw the old yellow dog barking, and immediately reacted, and quickly lowered his head and explained to the old yellow dog.

"In that case, then burning together with this skeleton will solve the problem!" Sanqing said, walked over to the skeleton, took out the roster from his hand, gently patted the dust off it, and then casually opened a page, and on the yellowed notebook, the names of people were densely written in extremely neat Chinese characters!

"What a brute!" Sanqing frowned, angry in his heart, and then slammed the roster shut, slamming it on the bones.

I heard a "click", and the roster smashed the bones apart.

"What about the crimes committed by the little devil against this Nanjing City? You only saw the name on this booklet, and you saw the grievances on this street, but you didn't see the grievances all over the city!" Lao Chu glanced at the scattered bones and sighed.

The corners of Sanqing's mouth twitched, but he didn't know what to say, so he closed his mouth again.

"Young man, there are many, many places like this in this city, and if you have the chance, you should take a good walk around this city, and try not to let the souls of these helpless victims be imprisoned in the places that have hurt them. Let them go where they should go, drink Meng Po soup and forget this painful memory!" Seeing that Sanqing wanted to speak again, Lao Chu thought for a while and said such a thing seriously.

Sanqing looked at Lao Chu's face, which was no longer a face, nodded heavily, and said, "Don't worry, I will!"